This is a song about "Left"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And i'm left for the corrections,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

'till there's nothin' left.

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

That was good shit, is there any left

With the rest who are left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I left for one summer,

Baby, you know who you are

Get rough with me, that night flow

Never to the left i go

That's another topic, we should start a project

He was being a bully so i left